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| Fixitt | Fri May 18, 2012 3:06 am Post #1 |
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Fixitt looked around, it was a dark night in Striberg, he was wearing his normal black jacket, white long sleeved, button up, shirt beneath it, a red tie around his neck, a pair of black pants, shoes, and finally a black hat with a white band, holding a plain red feather. He looked from side to side, he had been running from a rather nasty gang of men, apparently someone wasn't so pleased with his low cost prosthetic repairs and purchases, even at low prices they were still quite expensive, not that Fixitt cared, he gave most of the profits to Rummsfield. He looked behind him and saw a giant of a man, his arms were made of metal, one of the fists was a plain iron orb, while the other was a plain fist, the man stood at seven feet tall, his body rippling with muscles. Fixitt wasn't afraid of him alone though, if he fought the man one on one he might have a chance... but with around seven men backing him up, his chances were slim. Fixitt turned and ran down a nearby alley, trying to escape his pesky pursuers, only to run directly into four of the man's subordinates, when he turned to run the other way... the giant of a man was standing in his way. Fixit tried to fight back, but the men seemed to know how he would fight, then again it wasn't hard, all he had was his metal arm with a hidden blade. He was quickly grabbed and held down by the enemy's superior numbers. The giant of a man smiled as he spoke, raising his iron ball hand up, "Sorry Dr. Fixitt, but ya know the rules, we do what we're paid to. Today we're just sending a message... work for our boss or don't work at all." He brought the iron ball down onto Fixitt's left leg, crushing the bone and muscle, Fixitt's scream of agony rang through the night, but the man never rested, pummeling the broken leg until it was thoroughly destroyed, afterwards the men left, chuckling about an easy night's work. Fixitt was barely conscious, his mind was full of pain... but he must keep on moving, he started to crawl. He would make his way back to his shop at any costs, his mind slowly became fuzzy, he looked behind him and saw a long trail of blood flowing out of his leg, but he wasn't to far from his shop... but he would never make it at this rate. He kept on trying, kept on crawling towards the street, and from the street, he might have a chance of finding help. |
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| Gala | Fri May 18, 2012 3:45 am Post #2 |
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Gala liked Striberg well enough. The city had a nice, homey feel to it. She just wasn't keen on the idea of going back to living inside the academy walls, surrounded by scholars and guards and people who looked on her like she was something deadly. Or like something precious that had been vandalized. Thing was the key word in both those phrases. She did not like being looked at like a thing of any kind. So she'd dawdled and stalled, wandering around the city, checking down new streets and strange alleyways and by nightfall was quite, quite lost. By the time it was truly dark, she was beginning to get very frightened. She was lost and quite alone. Then she heard the screaming and the sound like something big and heavy hitting something meaty and bone-filled. Her first instinct was to hide. She did, curling up behind a rubbish bin and hoping her white cloak blended enough with the white wall behind her. Several men walked right by her. One looked more like steel than flesh. Gala let them pass, then slipped back the way they'd come from. She'd just as soon not meet anyone tonight. No such luck - she walked around the corner and nearly into the man crawling in her direction, blood pouring from the remains of his leg. She froze for a second, then saw he was no threat to her. "He probably needs help," she thought. "But why should I help him?" She considered this for no more than a split second, "Because it would be nice." That sounded good enough. People had been nice to her in the past. She should be nice to other people. Only trouble was, she wasn't sure how to help. She ran up to him anyway and knelt beside him. "What can I do?" she asked. |
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| Fixitt | Fri May 18, 2012 4:05 am Post #3 |
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Fixitt felt tired... it was night time, he was supposed to be sleeping, so tired, and then he heard a voice, he focused all he could, seeing a young girl in front of him. He looked at his leg and back to her when she asked what she could do, he nodded a few times, his mind slowly processing an answer, "Take me... to my shop, not far. Need help... walking." His mind was slowly focusing, he had hope now, this girl could half drag him to his shop, where he had healing supplies, metal limbs, and a small stash of food. He got onto his one good knee and held his arm out, hoping the young lady would help him move, he spoke through the pain, trying to focus on his little helper, "Thanks for, th' help. Names Fixitt, Dr. Fixitt. Take a left onto tha' street, then go straight fer a minute or so, should be at th' back of my shop." He had neglected to tell her that his shop was meant for surgeries and metal limb repair, he would need to replace his leg as soon as possible... but without Rummsfield then it would be to dangerous... then again if he left it like so he would bleed out, he steeled his resolve, the operation would happen tonight. |
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| Gala | Sun May 20, 2012 6:00 pm Post #4 |
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Gala gathered up her cloak and tucked herself underneath Fixxit's arm, trying to take as much of his weight as she could. The two made their way to the door of Dr. Fixxit's shop. Gala's muscles were burning under the strain and she was gasping like a stranded fish by the time they got there. She was a lot of things, but particularly strong was not one of them. She propped the doctor up against the door frame and tried the handle. It was locked. No surprise there. "You have a key?" she asked breathlessly, though it was really more of a statement than a question. It was his shop, after all. That was the time she noticed his metal hand. At first she thought it was a gantlet, but it was too close to the size of his other hand for that to be the case, unless it was some sort of new magic she had yet to come into contact with. To be fair though, that covered a lot of territory. It was fascinating, whatever it was. Gala wanted to ask about it, but this was definitely a bad time. However, she was certainly willing to hang around and wait for a better time. |
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| Fixitt | Sun May 20, 2012 9:25 pm Post #5 |
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Fixitt could barely stand as the girl helped him move, he knew she was having a hard time carrying him, but he couldn't chance putting his left leg onto the ground. When she made it to his house and asked if he had a key, he mentally cursed his luck, he had always given the key to Rummsfield, he had to improvise. He bent his wrist, allowing his fingers to press against the palm of his hand, he brought his right hand at the door, a blade extending from his hand, the blade pierced the old rusted lock and destroyed the mechanism, he had unfortunately put weight on his left leg, he almost screamed in pain, but kept his mouth shut, tears appearing in the corners of his eyes. He now let go of the girl, flopping onto the floor into the back room of his shop, he pointed to the left wall which was covered in shelves of vials and plants, they were well organized but had odd labels. To the right was a wall of metals, circular pieces of metal with yellow glass in them, they were labeled with letters and numbers, and finally many metal arms lined the walls. He pointed to the rack of metal limbs, struggling with the tone of his voice, "Get... leg B Six, left... leg please." He crawled over to the plants and vials, reaching up to the second shelf, taking a purple vial and green vial. His hands started to shake as he felt his body grow colder, he popped the two open and drank them, he could feel his body numbing and an odd tingling sensation in his leg, the green vial was to help slow his blood flow while the purple was meant to numb him. He reached for a red vial marked with the picture of a bone with many cracks in it, he picked it up as he started to crawl towards the metal table on the far wall, the operation would soon start, and he would need all the help he could get to severing the bones in his leg. |
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| Gala | Mon May 21, 2012 1:51 am Post #6 |
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Everything sorta, kinda made more sense when they both fell through the door the shop. Whatever the doctor was doing in here, clearly it involved limbs like his hand. Gala got the feeling that he wouldn't be able to tell her something about his hand - he'd be able to tell her everything about his hand. She shed her cloak and tossed it in a corner. "Now what?" she asked. "Get... leg B Six, left... leg please." She ran to the wall and searched for the appropriately labeled limb. She found it and lifted it down carefully. She turned and saw Fixxit struggling to the metal table on the far wall. She ran over and put the leg on the table, then ran back to the doctor and struggled to lift him again. "On the table?" |
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| Fixitt | Mon May 21, 2012 2:01 am Post #7 |
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Fixitt felt the girl's hands as she helped him onto the table, he nodded a few times as he took the leg, he placed it on his lap as he uncorked the bottle, pouring it over his broken knee, almost immediately it started to eat away at his flesh and bone. He reached to the side where he kept a small number of tools, one of them being a rather nasty looking hatchet, he gripped it with both hands, tears streaming from his eyes, the vials he had emptied were the only things keeping him from going into shock, he brought down the axe diagonally, cleaving his thigh diagonally, little of the leg was left. He took the leg and immediately put it over the now horrifically bleeding stump, pressing two yellow nodes on the sides of the knee. The knee seemed to come alive, the metal began to stir and move, metal plates started to form and dissolve, the blood flow stopped as he let out a short yelp of pain, the leg was reattaching the nerves. He felt severely light headed for a few moments, and then the limb started to work, he moved the foot several times and stood up, he slouched over for a second before standing straight, it was a bit odd, but the leg was ready. He shook his head slowly and spoke, without the pain from his injuries his voice was back to normal, "I am Dr. Fixitt, thank you for helping me, if you have any questions please speak them now, I need to eat and sleep for a day... this is almost as bad as the time I tried to attach a second head to process information twice as fast... makes me feel dizzy and light headed." The second head was a fiasco, turns out he can be a real jerk sometimes. |
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| Gala | Mon May 21, 2012 3:09 am Post #8 |
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Gala jumped as the hatchet fell and turn an icy white. Her eyes widened and she put a hand over her mouth as though to keep from screaming, though she was too shocked to scream if she wanted too. But the doctor continued to act as though he did this sort of thing to himself every day. He attached two yellow circles to his leg, then attached the metal leg itself. He yelped in pain, and that brought Gala back to the situation like a bucket of cold water. The shock turned to amazement at the doctor flexed his foot like it was real inside of metal. Then he stood up. He gave his head a shake as if to clear it and asked if she had any questions. Gala had about a thousand questions, but they all were trying to get out at once. She couldn't settle on just one. Her curiosity wanted them all answered right now. She shook her own head to clear it. "Um, would you mind if I sat down for a moment?" She sat down on the blood spattered table. Her clothes were already covered in blood, so she didn't care. She tried to line up the questions in her head, but they just wouldn't sort themselves out. She finally snagged one at random. "What are we going to do with...uh...that?" she pointed to the remains of his leg. The questions suddenly clicked into order and spilled out. "And how did you do that? Didn't it hurt? What happened to you leg anyway? Who were those men in the alley? Did they have anything to do with this? What sort of magic do you have to use to make metal act like flesh? Why....?" She stopped, realizing she wasn't giving Fixxit any chance to answer. "Um..." |
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| Fixitt | Mon May 21, 2012 3:45 am Post #9 |
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Fixitt stared at the girl as she asked to sit down, but she chose to sit down on the table of all places, covered in his blood from his latest operation. It took a little while, but after her first question came a stream of them,Fixitt sighed as he collected his thoughts, stumbling towards the front room where he met the customers. He looked back to her, "Follow me then, we should get somewhere safer, if those guys go to check on my body and I'm not there, they'll check here... even if it wasn't a death threat they still wanted to break my leg." He limped out into the reception area, the old wooden chairs had been put away before Rummsfield had left, all except for the large cushioned chair he used to sleep in when he was bored. He unsteadily climbed on top of it and reached up, putting a finger on a small brass latch, flicking it to the side, causing a section of the wooden roof to fall away, letting a ladder slide down. He looked to the girl and started answering more questions as he slowly started to climb, "Don't worry about the leg, I used a powerful acid that has great effects on flesh, but little on non-living matter, costs a small fortune, but after a few seconds it burns away the pain." Once he had finished climbing the ladder they were in a rather large living area, it had several beds lining the walls, a few cabinets, dressers, even mirrors. He looked back to the girl, "This is my living quarters and where we store long time patients when they need a rather complex procedure, some of the dressers probably have clothes around your size, I treat all kinds of people." He pointed at the other side of the room, where black curtains hung on metal hoops, "Change in there if you'd like." He sat down on one of the many beds, admiring his leg as he spoke, "As for how I cut off my leg... the bones were almost completely broken so there was little resistance, I'll have to do a few check ups with my assistant and do some finer work on it, but for about two weeks I should be fine. Also one of the vials I drank was a very concentrated tonic, it had several different types of plants that give a numbing effect, not unlike some poisons, even now I'm not sure if I have a tight grip or a loose one until my knuckles turn white." He took a deep breath before continuing, "The men were thugs for a rather powerful man who has the same job as I do, unlike him I charge the bare minimum and sometimes work for favors, so he sent them to destroy my leg with one of the thugs that has his prize prosthetic limbs. To be honest the arms are rather crude and have many flaws, if he didn't have so many henchmen with him I might have been able to fight them." He heard something quickly smash into his front door, his eyes widened as he bolts for the hatch, stumbling part of the way to it, he still wasn't used to the metal limb. He barely got over in time to drag it up, closing the hatch as soon as it arrived. The voices were muffled, but if one concentrated hard enough you could barely make out the voices, "I don't think he's hear sir... we can't hear any moans." There was a rather muffled noise, the next person speaking was whispering, trying to remain stealthy, but the other man wasn't as cautious, "Sir, we can see the metal table from here... to much blood, should be a dead man, must have somehow double packed somewhere and stopped the bleeding, we'll make sure he stays alive sir." With that he heard some footsteps, giving the illusion of them leaving, slamming the door behind them. Fixitt kept his hand up as if to silence the girl, waiting until he heard a grunt, and then the door opening and slamming shut, this time he heard a pair of shoes walking out. He sighed with relief and continued as if nothing happened, "As for my metal moving like flesh... a combination of runes, magic nodes, and finally a combination of skill and experience. I've done these kinds of things to myself many times, I don't believe I should have a guinea pig if I'm to afraid to attach metal wings to myself, or see if I can make dragon lungs work for humans... and they don't work if you were wondering, the human body can't process the necessary minerals to create fire breath." That had been the biggest failure of his life... he had marginally more success in drake lungs, but where was the fun in that? He realized now that he had never asked for the girl's name, he smirked and asked his own question, "Who are you anyway little miss?" |
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| Gala | Tue May 22, 2012 3:32 am Post #10 |
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Gala followed Fixxit, pausing only to pick up her cloak. It was soaked with blood too and quickly getting crusty. She suddenly felt the need for a bath, or a least a change of clothes. Blood, she decided, was kind of gross. Or at least unpleasant. She was in for more wonders though, as the doctor flicked a switch which the caused ceiling to move and a ladder to drop down. She stared as Fixxit climbed it, only realizing when he got upstairs he was still talking to her. She scrambled up the ladder after him. She emerged into a bedroom - or possibly storage for furniture, it was hard to tell until the doctor explained that these were his living quarters. Then Gala felt a little bad for not recognizing that right off. He offered her a change of clothes if she could find something, so she starting going through drawers, listening to his explanations and nodding from time to time to show she heard. She found a pair of dark pants that looked about her size and a light colored shirt that was only a bit too large. But before she could slip behind the curtain to change, there was the sound of wood breaking from downstairs. The doctor stumbled to the trapdoor and barely got it up and closed before there was the sound of footsteps. Men were downstairs, clearly looking for the doctor. Gala closed her eyes, touched her temple, and concentrated. She got a sense of low-grade, garden-variety evil, with some spikes of more serious stuff mixed in. There were at least eight people down there - maybe more. She'd already figured out that she couldn't detect certain kinds of people without focusing directly on them, which required some sort of aural or visual link at least. She thought they left and was going to ask the doctor another question, but a gesture from him changed her mind. There was a slam of another person leaving. Then he picked up his lecture from where he left off. Gala slipped behind the curtain and changed. The pants were a bit tight and the shirt much bigger than she expected. She emerged from behind the curtain just as the doctor asked who she was. "My name is Gala," she said, untying the ribbon that held her long hair in place. "Gala Hiver." She ran her fingers through it, working out the tangles, though not very efficiently. Even its length could not stop it from curling or change the way it twisted around her face. "I'm from Striberg originally, but now that I'm here, I'm not sure I want to be back, you know?" |
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| Fixitt | Wed May 23, 2012 1:52 am Post #11 |
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Fixitt looked at his companion, this Gala Hiver, he listened to her say she came back to her home here in Striberg, and that now she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. Fixitt rubbed his chin for a while before speaking, "You're young, it's not wrong for you to go out and have adventures, even I do those kinds of things from time to time when I'm not busy here. So before you're old and tired, live a little Gala. I may not be the best example of a responsible adult, but I've never stopped doing what I've loved, I suggest you do the same." He slowly stretched and walked over to one of the many cabinets on the walls and floors, opening it to reveal several bags stacked on top of each other. He took out a bag and walked over to his bed, opening it to reveal a pear, an apple, and a few strips of jerky. He looked to Gala, "Feel free to eat anything you find in the bags, just put your leftovers in the bag and my assistant, Rummsfield will take care of it when he comes here. Now we should sleep, it's not safe to roam the streets during the night." Once he had finished up his food, he put the cores of the fruit into the bag and tossed it aside for the time being. He said one last word before collapsing onto the bed, "Goodnight Gala." With that he was asleep. In the morning, Fixitt was still fast asleep, but a loud shriek shot through the building as Rummsfield entered. Rummsfield looked around in a panic as he saw the broken door, the blood trails, and small pieces of bone lining the ground, he immediately set about retching, dry heaving for a few moments before getting his stomach under control. Rummsfield slowly climbed the chair and flicked the latch, letting the ladder slide down. He climbed it while calling out, "Dr. Fixitt!" Once he made it up to the top he ran over to Fixitt's bed, checking his pulse, temperature, and he would have checked the heaviness of his breath if Fixitt wasn't snoring so loudly. Rummsfield sat down with a heavy sigh, Dr. Fixitt was fine for now. |
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| Gala | Wed May 23, 2012 2:58 pm Post #12 |
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Sleep seemed like a good idea, so as soon as she had followed the doctor's example of getting something to eat, Gala tucked herself under the covers of a bed and closed her eyes. A moment later, she learned something important about Dr. Fixxit. He snored. And not just a little bit either. The sound coming out of him could have rivaled a thunderstorm. Gala rolled over and buried her head under the pillow. It sort of helped. If she pressed hard, she could block out enough of the noise so she could start to sleep, but as soon as she relaxed, the pillow loosened and she could hear him loud and clear. She had no idea how long laid there, very much wanting to sleep and being unable too. It felt like an eternity, but in reality it was probably around twenty minutes. Finally, she gave up. She had to find somewhere else to sleep. She got out of bed, taking the blanket with her. She went over to the trapdoor and, after fooling with it for a little while, managed to get it opened and get the ladder down. She landed in the big, cushioned chair and decided this was as good a place to sleep as she was likely to find. A flick of the switch put the ladder back up. She did not sleep well. The chair was comfortable enough, but the door no longer could lock and that made Gala nervous. She would doze for a little while, then wake up disoriented and worried. Then she'd remember where she was and what had happened, but it would take her a little while to doze off again. When dawn finally filtered through the windows, she gave up. She got up and went outside. Striberg was just starting to stir. The war with the White Queen had damaged the city's ability to warm itself, so, though it would get warm enough over the course of the day, it was quite cold. The cobblestones felt like ice on her bare feet. Gala headed down the street on tiptoe, moving quickly. She made it to a nearby fountain and hopped on the edge of it, holding her feet off the ground. The water in the fountain had a thin layer of ice on it. She broke the ice and splashed some water on her face to help erase the ravages of the night. It was funny. She couldn't remember a time when Striberg hadn't been at war, though she had been told it was only a recent thing. Of course, she had no memories from before the war, but it was hard to imagine the city at peace. It was hard to imagine the city could be at peace. A heavy hand clamped over her mouth. She panicked and started thrashing around. A metal arm wrapped around her body. She managed to get one arm free and sank her nails deep into the hand across her mouth, blindly focusing her will as she did so. The person holding her let out a scream of fear and dropped her. She sprinted back down the street, through the shop door, up the ladder, by Rummsfield, and behind the bed in the room's farthest corner, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, the color of cracked ice, and eyes looking wild and afraid. |
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| Fixitt | Thu May 24, 2012 1:08 am Post #13 |
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Rummsfield saw a girl leap up the ladder and past them, staying in the far corner of the room. He heard heavy foot steps and the bottom ladder creak, Rummsfield went pale as he brought his hand up, and then heavily down on Fixitt's face. Fixitt shot up, and activated the pressure plate in his arm, letting the sword extend, Rummsfield pointed at the ladder as the hand of a rather ugly and familiar thug stood up, he had been there the night Fixitt had his leg crushed. Fixitt yawned as he got up, stretching as the man spoke, "Dr. Fixitt, I see you fixed your leg, but this time we should ruin something precious to you... so we're going to kill your assistant and that girl we saw in here when we were passing by earlier." The man licked his lips and raised his one metal hand, ready to fight, Fixitt on the other hand calmly put his arm's blade back inside the false limb. He yawned as he began to speak, "You could have just asked to die ya know? I suggest you make the first attack, if I go first it'll be to boring." The man growled in anger as he ran towards Fixitt, meaning to take him down in a tackle. Fixitt on the other hand sighed as he met the attack head on, thrusting his knee into the man's chest, he felt the blade hidden in his knee extend, the tip coming out of the man's back, before he could register the pain Fixitt brought his fist down and punched him at an angle in the man's left shoulder, skewering his heart with the short blade hidden inside. He tossed the man away looked to Rummsfield, "Get the men Rummsfield, I'll owe the Port Master more favors, we have bodies to drop into the briny deep. I'll deal with the few that are problem surrounding my home." Rummsfield nodded as he ran off, wanting to leave the bloody forms behind. Fixitt on the other hand didn't care if most people died, he instead walked over to one of the dressers and pulled out a clean duplicate of the clothes he was currently wearing. He walked over to the changing curtain as he spoke, changing his clothes behind black curtains, "You should run home Gala, if you stay here you'll only be caught by these fools. Or you try to catch up with Rummsfield, but the final option is following me, and what I am going to do is not pretty. Needless to say I will have to kill them and hide the bodies, they will not stop until I stop them." It was a grim truth, the only true way to end it was to kill the boss of the group or the prosthetic inventor funding them, but for the second he had to wait for Gala's decision to know what she's going to do. |
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| Gala | Sat May 26, 2012 2:24 pm Post #14 |
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"I'll try to catch up with Rummsfield," Gala said, getting shakily to her feet. She let the doctor go first, clearing the way downstairs, before getting down the ladder herself. She got out the door and realized two things: one) she had no idea where the docks were, two) she'd forgotten shoes again and the ground was still very cold. She chose to go the opposite way that Dr. Fixxit was going, figuring it would be safer. She started off at a run. Life in the city was starting to pick up. People were appearing on the streets, going about whatever daily routine they had. Gala dodged by two of them, but one sidestepped unexpectedly and she slid to a halt, bumping into him. "Sorry," she said. He looked down on her and then recognition dawned on his face. "M'lady?" he said, a confused look on his face. Gala didn't know him. Or she didn't remember him, which is what she expected was the problem. She frowned and shook her head, dodging around him. She took off running again. It soon became clear she had not chosen the right direction toward the docks. She slowed. "Excuse me," she said, to a couple of men on the street corner, "which ways to the docks?" "That way," one of them said, pointing. Gala thanked him and sped up again. She rounded a corner and ran smack into three men with bulky looking prosthetic limbs. One of them smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. |
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| Fixitt | Sun May 27, 2012 9:26 pm Post #15 |
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Fixitt smirked as he went down after Gala, letting her go after Rummsfield, he walked into the back room to see two men stealing metal limbs, he didn't give them a second to react as he charged them, leaping forward and thrusting his kneeblade into the stomach of one man, twisting his arm around and letting his arm blade slash the other across the chest. When he landed he brought his metal foot up, slamming it into the side of the man's chest, letting the dagger spring out into his liver, he brought it back out as he knife retracted back into the foot. The two men were dead, or at least would never recover without a bit of healing magic. He left out his back door and saw two men, one of them carrying a nasty looking mace, Fixitt cracked the knuckles of his only flesh hand as he said, "Come on, lets see how you dirty thieves fight." He fought like a man possessed, his blades piercing and slashing limbs, stomachs, and necks, while his flesh foot and hands were used to parry or block attacks. It was a short struggle before his foes were dead, he turned towards the road and started walking, he would kill until all of his foes were dead, which meant owing even more favors to the master of the docks. |
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